A classic line suddenly came to mind,
and I couldn't help acting a little chuuni. Without changing my expression, I paused by his ear.
"You... are already dead."
Chapter 162: Going All the Way In (Monthly Ticket Bonus Chapter)
A mere second- or third-level mutant might be able to see me moving from a distance, but up close, my
rapid movements should have looked like nothing more than afterimages to him. So even when I reached his side, his gaze was still fixed on the distance. In that instant,
all he saw was my
afterimage, and all he heard was my voice ringing in his ear.
"You... are already dead."
Another phrase came to mind, and I blurted it out, too.
"You are already dead."
He didn't say a word. His eyes widened in disbelief as he slowly turned his head. But the moment he
turned, the gap between his cervical vertebrae widened,
and the spinal nerves that had barely still been connected snapped apart.
"Cough..."
The sudden pain in his neck made the man in charge instinctively reach up to touch it, but... he could no longer feel his body. His heart stopped,
and all his organs shut down. As he drew his last breath, all that remained in his vision was a strand of long hair, swaying in the wind.
'It smells... so good? What... is it?'
That was what he thought in his final moment.
"Clang."
The corpse hit the ground. I didn't even glance at it. Mutants below four stars could rarely regenerate special body parts.
Even if they recovered, after a blade had sliced through them at such speed, the virus in their bodies wouldn't even realize their connection to the brain had been severed, so their bodies couldn't mount an effective
recovery.
Unless they